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HOLIDAYS I DELUXE CYCLE TOURS


the only time during the week that the males in the group seemed to form a slow moving mini-peloton arriving in Orange considerably later than the ladies.


The next day left me in awe, whether it was the scenery or the friendly local people, but one thing was certain; this place could only be savoured on a bicycle. A car or bus would have not given the time to take in all the colours, smells and sounds, and on foot would have been too slow to appreciate the constant changes in landscape. Of course we also had the added bonus of a constant guide informing us of the history, traditions and cuisine.


THE SPORT OF KINGS


I was now getting used to my nappy and even though we were eating like Kings I’m sure I’d shed a few pounds. I’d even go so far as to say I was looking quite sporty. I considered purchasing a bicycle for myself - once I got home. It would be hard getting used to sleeping in a 1970’s house again though after having spent each night in something that


resembled an historic castle or fortress. By Friday morning I was like a kid at Christmas and I really didn’t want this holiday to come to an end. As usual the breakfast was monumental and was the required fuel for a day in the saddle. I had made so many good friends on this vacation and was already planning next year’s tour.


AFTER ARLES


Upon arriving in Arles we made our way to our hotel, not to be disappointed with the final night’s resting place. It was full of interest and history and a refreshing pool for a dip before exploring the town’s busy streets. Again the Romans had beaten me to another town but what they’d left behind was just beyond words and a stroll around the streets bought us to the rather splendid, and quite complete, remains of a Roman amphitheatre.


The evening meal was taken out in the square at one of the local restaurants and made a fabulous end to such a wonderful


journey. We’d spent a week in great company and made some truly lasting friendships. We’d seen so much history in such a small part of one country, and to think there’s so much more to see. Yes, the nappy took a little time to get used to, but I’m quite attached to it now. The thought of getting up in the morning and not cladding myself in Lycra filled me with a hint of sadness. If you’re thinking of discovering France then do it by bicycle. If you’re thinking of doing it hassle and worry-free then do it fully-guided. We only really had to think about eating, drinking and pedalling all week. Everything else was meticulously planned and organised for us. I’m coming back next year and I think I’m going to explore the Dordogne and its prehistoric gems and with Deluxe Cycle Tours, of course!


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